Painting pictures with words.
Opening a part of the soul.
Emotion flowing with the lines.
Tapestry skillfully woven.
Reflecting thoughts artfully.
Yearning to make a difference.
--Karen O'Leary--Whispers' Editor

Thursday, June 28, 2018

Thank You for Being My Son--By James Keane--United States

Thank You for Being
My Son (Excerpt)

Barely a child,
you had nothing to say about it
all those years ago. It was never
your decision to make. But where
there was no family, you made one.

Thank you for being my son.

The first word we heard from you,
hanging by your fingers outside
the crib you couldn’t sleep in (andnever did) was “Mama!” And later
the second word, and the third, I
heard when I came upon you, peddling
with furious joy in the driveway,
were one and the same when you
saw me, coming home to my family:
“Daddy! Daddy!”

Thank you for being my son.

James Keane's previous Whispers’ published
poem, "Apology" (March, 2018), was awarded Third Place at the 2018
St. Catherine of Bologna Photography, Art and Poetry Exhibition, held annually
in Ringwood, New Jersey USA.